2001-07-03 - 11:26 p.m.

Mean and Cranky

Silly, silly Mr. Hamster.

Due to some Planetarion attacks and other problems last night I didn't get much sleep. In fact, I hardly got any at all. In total I maybe got three hours of fitful rest.

So today I was in a mean and cranky mood. My head was pounding. Every little noise annoyed me, and that's bad because I live in a noisy neighborhood. Many, many people with very loud car stereos. There is a dog that is chained out back of one of the houses across the street and it was barking ALL DAY LONG.

In spite of the fact that I was not feeling that well, I got a good deal of work done. This was in spite of the fact that everything seemed to take twice as long as usual because of my blurry brain.

In the afternoon I was doing my hosehusbandly duties at the supermarket. While I was wandering the aisles I kept coming across this daft old couple. I couldn't seem to get away from them.

The female of the pair kept up a constant stream of prattle. In fact, her babbling was so continuous that at first I thought someone was carrying a radio with them. This woman seemed clearly senile.

The husband was a crotchety old guy. Every so often he'd interject: "Would you shut the hell up??" Not that this slowed the woman down one iota.

One time while they ambled past me, I saw the women absent-mindedly take a box off one of the shelves and put in into the bag she had dangling from her wrist.

What do you do about that stuff like that? I'm sure she wasn't intending to shoplift - in fact, she didn’t seem to be intending to do anything at all.

Like I said, I couldn't seem to escape them. When I was in the checkout line to exit the store, they got in line behind me. The woman was still talking a mile a minute and the man was telling her to shut up.

The checkout line was moving so quickly that they really didn’t bother me. But I was quite amused when they started to unload their shopping cart onto the counter at the register. They seemed to have about 15 of those 2-packs of Flechmann's Margarine and about seven loaves of white bread. And that's about it.

What on earth did they need all that margarine for? Never mind, I don't want to know!